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“Please.” His husky tone went straight to her core.
She took the mushroom-shaped head into her mouth, hit with the familiarity of his taste in a visceral way she had not expected. Memories and feelings rushed through her, taking away her sense of time and the present. She enjoyed him in a way she had not done since seeing him again three weeks ago.
On purpose. She knew what doing this for him did to her. It was one of the few times he truly allowed himself to become vulnerable, that he let her direct the pleasure between them.
The way his hips moved, the sounds he made … it all melded together in her mind and her heart. She reveled in it, knowing he could not see the emotion pouring through her as she took him to the brink.
He tried to push her head away. “Stop. I can’t hold back,” he gasped out.
She wanted to ignore him, but he wouldn’t kiss her after if he came in her mouth. And she wanted the drugging kisses only he could give her.
She pulled back, crawling up his body. “I know you can hold it back until I come. After all, you are Ariston Spiridakou.”
“That may be, but still I am only a man.” His cerulean gaze was dark with need.
“Never say so,” she teased as her body taunted him with barely there entry.
“The condom,” he bit out.
She would have argued, but right then, a small barrier between them would be welcome. Keeping the deepest of her emotions locked down and holding back words of love was taking all the strength she could manage.
She concentrated on the task fully as she rolled the condom down his engorged flesh. He moaned and a small smile of satisfaction flirted at the corners of her mouth.
“I see that smile,” he said in an accusing tone.
She looked up, careful to keep her emotions from her eyes. “I like making you react.”
“I had noticed.” His expression was filled with feral intensity that she used to mistake for the beginnings of love.
She would not make that mistake this time around.
She crawled back up his body, seating him inside her in one downward thrust.
She cried out at the intensity of pleasure. So full and connected. She let her eyelids fall shut lest she reveal how profound this moment was to her.
The first time they’d made love—at least love for her—as a married couple in two years. It was beyond intense; it was earth-shattering.
He grabbed her hips, stopping her from moving. “Are you all right?”
She nodded, her throat too tight to speak right then.
“Open your eyes,” he commanded.
That she could not do. She shook her head.
“Yes, yineka mou, give me the pleasure of seeing your pleasure in that beautiful emerald-green.”
“Feels too good,” she managed.
“Let me see.”
She just shook her head and started moving. His body went rigid under her and he moaned. “Stop.”
“No.” She made no attempt to establish a smooth rhythm, just moved up and down, feeding the bliss between them with ever-spiraling strength.
He thrust upward, his hold on her hips fighting her for control. She adjusted and moaned as ecstasy drew closer with each movement of their bodies.
He used his hold on her hips and the upward cant of his own hips to make sure his pelvis put pressure against her swollen clitoris each time their bodies came fully together. She cried out as her climax built to unbearable heights. She was right on the edge and she could not go over.
“Open your eyes,” he demanded again.
This time she could do nothing but obey and at the look of atavistic lust in his eyes, felt herself soaring over the precipice. Her body convulsed as a sensual moan exploded out of her.
He gave one last, powerful thrust upward and then shouted as his body went rigid and his own climax took him, their gazes never breaking contact.
But when she felt words of love bubbling forth, she let herself fall forward, severing the tie between their souls before it revealed too much.
Ariston held his wife close to his body and listened to the soft sounds of her breathing.
The consummation of their marriage had been amazing, as had the very sexy bath that followed. She’d fallen asleep almost as soon as they’d climbed back into a freshly made bed.
He’d called housekeeping before following her into the luxurious bathroom complete with a whirlpool tub. His lovely wife had shown her appreciation for his thought-fulness with a very thorough kiss before tucking herself into his body and going boneless in rest.
He had not been so lucky. Sleep eluded him as memories of their lovemaking taunted him.
She’d been holding something back, a part of her he could not touch, no matter how intense the pleasure.
It brought back memories of the final months of their marriage and he realized one of the reasons he’d been so sure she wanted out was this distance she’d kept between them.
